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Out of hiding, come the rats themselves, in my dream, in bed, asleep, alone, G, do you believe the Humane Ministry, yet, exposed? Filled with busy rats, working every night, drawing up plans

Of beastiality and bisexuality, with no animal or male anywhere, to speak of, just rats taking over, gnawing on sweet humanity’s bones,

And its true, G, i want to see you, and you alone